Category Archives: Zangwill Israel

Praised be the lips of the Morn For their musical message of Light, For their bird-chanted burden of Song. Praised be the young Earth reborn For its freshness and glory and might, And the thoughts of high, solemn delight That … Continue reading →

Prosaic miles of streets stretch all round, Astir with restless, hurried life and spanned By arches that with thund’rous trains resound, And throbbing wires that galvanize the land; Gin-palaces in tawdry splendor stand; The newsboys shriek of mangled bodies found; … Continue reading →